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Asia is leaving soon for a month. It feels strange and scary and I want to just lock the doors and unplug the phone and keep our idyllic life just the way it is.
I don't ever update sentimentally about her. Is that strange? I'm wondering if I should be spending more time trying to define and describe this for the world. I keep getting all caught up in living it.
It's not like anything I've experienced before. I'm really content to just let the world wonder and go back to laughing with her in the kitchen and cleaning up baby puke and running after a toddler.
She's great. Really fucking great and I love her.
The end.
I don't ever update sentimentally about her. Is that strange? I'm wondering if I should be spending more time trying to define and describe this for the world. I keep getting all caught up in living it.
It's not like anything I've experienced before. I'm really content to just let the world wonder and go back to laughing with her in the kitchen and cleaning up baby puke and running after a toddler.
She's great. Really fucking great and I love her.
The end.